On the one hand, he's disappointed that Faraday has backed out of this. After all, everything is more fun when you're having a bet and he thrives on the competitive nature between them. Not that he'll say it out loud, but every time they try and one-up another, it fills him with glee and warmth.

On the other hand, it was never about the bet, was it. The bet was just something to excuse the fact that he has to do something about the fact that his jealousy will eat him whole if he lets it happen again. Is it smart to go into town? Probably not the smartest, but the trouble is, he doesn't want Faraday to go back on his own.

"So, you're not going to go back in?" Vasquez isn't tentative in his question, but it is hesitant as he tries to strip the hope from his face. Or is this just him saying he's going to come and indulge in someone else's attentions while Vasquez makes a fool of himself.

Heart sinking, he stands as well, smoking his cigar and working his lips around it distractedly as he works to tack up his horse, on the fence himself about whether he should keep pushing this wager. His eyes track back to Faraday, cautious to watch him given the crankiness in his tone, the way he seems annoyed.

It's too early to haul out drink or cards, but his first instinct remains to cheer him up.